Sprawling strings, horn blasts, spy-surf guitar, galactic theremin, go-go/garage grooves, blunted beats. You say you've been in this neck o' the woods before? Well, yeah, the album is heavily steeped in a modish mix of trip-hop, acid jazz, and lounge exotica, all wrapped around kittenish coos that would make Brigitte Bardot blush. But Anjali breathes new life into these tired genres with her quirky incorporation of sitar, tabla, finger cymbals, and other traditional Indian sounds; along with a flair for tight songwriting and intriguing, dynamic production, much of which she handles herself. She's not window-dressing for a couple of paunchy studio dudes.
The mood is far from uniform: "Asian Provocateur" and the instrumentals "Turn It On!" and "Kandivali Gulley" whoosh by like exhilarating car chases through narrow alleys, while "Rainy Day" and "A Humble Girl" laze seductively on baroque pop sofas. There's even room for the Primal Scream-like menace that grips the brilliant "Ain't No Friend." Make sure your schedule is clear when you step into Anjali's sensual World, because you won't wanna leave anytime soon.
